Lord and Lady

werewolves; respected, but only as long as you belonged to a pack.
vampires; controlling and feared, rulers of the land
humans; free, though most are required to donate blood.

our story follows a rather unlucky, rouge, young wolf who's life changes in an instant thanks to an influencial vampire lord with very different ideals to the rest of his kind.

mya was a smart young woman. and shed survived as a rouge for almost two decades by herself. 19 years old and still not caught. or at least thats what she thought merely a few hours prior to her capture. by the time she'd sensed them it was too late and she had walked into their trap. who? wolf catchers. trained to identify and catch rouge wolves to sell onto wealthy vampires for god knows what multitude of reasons. she was knocked out, and when she regained consciousness she was in a cage in her wolf form due to some sort of drug they gave her. the bars were made of silver she could tell from the smell. she heard the howls and barks of several other wolves and let out a low growl just as the warehouse doors opened and three men, clearly vampires, walked in chatting lowly. they walked around the cages before stopping before her.
"my, my... you are quite a beautiful one arent you?" one man saitd before waving to the other two to get the cage open. "please dont make this difficult for me little wolf. you'll understand soon enough, in the meantime though, you're gonna come home with me." he said as the cage opened, he handed over an envelope of money and assured the two catchers remembered their deal before carefully picking her up out of the cage. it seems they had also given her a sedative because she felt weak and barely fought back.
"you dont have to worry little wolf you're safe..." the man spoke up once more before she felt a prick in her leg and passed out once again.